Baby blue is
Marketable in
Distant markets.
There are dreams that
Feel more real than you.
Thats all there is
To it
If you really think
About it.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Is all you
Ever do.
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When I'm old, I want to be entertained by my memories, not haunted by the vacccuum of routine. My fear is that I'll wake up one day and wonder why I even bothered.
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